Behind Mom's Back

The next week that Ingrid and I were apart, drove me up a wall. All I could think about was her; the excitement in her eyes, the anticipation for my further touches, the willingness to let me do whatever I wanted. I missed her more than I could say. Holding her again, kissing her, feeling the warmth of her young flesh, it had become an obsession. School was out, so that didn't stand in the way for us, but there was still her mother. Was she wondering about her daughter's whereabouts when we were together? With her daughter being alone at the mall, she obviously gave her plenty of free reign, but even with her men keeping her busy, would she start to wonder? It was only once a week we'd been together, never more than 4 hours, but still, was she ever missed in those times? I guessed it was something I'd need to bring up with the child.

I was on my way to the shower, when there was a knock on my door. In an instant, my heartbeat picket up, my flaccid penis started stirring. Breathless with anticipation, I opened the door. It was her all right, her top was small and her purple shorts were barely below her hips.

"Hey gorgeous," I opened with and she blushed deeply.

Thankfully, my hallway has a private entrance, so there was no one to overhear us. I had given her the combination to my outer door. Waving her inside, I told her I was just headed for a shower. Of course, she had probably figured that out by the towel I wore. She stepped over my threshold, into the lion's den, so to speak. Ingrid stole glances at me as she bent over and untied her purple sneakers. Her small bare feet slipped out. She must have noticed my bulge, but at this point, I guessed I didn't have to worry. I promised her I wouldn't take long.

Did I close the bathroom door, nope? The door to the shower stall, no.

The child kept walking by as the water washed over me. Evidently, she was quite appreciative of the adult male form. I let her enjoy the view for a while, before turning off the water and asked her to hand me the towel which I had hung a few feet from the shower. When she handed it to me, I grabbed her wrist, and turned the shower back on with my other hand.

"Please, I'll get wet," she pleaded.

"That's what dryers are for, sexy" I told her and pulled her in. Her clothes quickly got wet, clinging to her skin and she tried to escape. I simply grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her back in the stall, laughing. With me beginning to tickle her, she howled with laughter herself, relenting to my superior power. I spun her around and gave her a long kiss.

"Let's get you out of these wet things," I told her and she nodded.

Her top came off with a watery suck. To pull of her shorts, I bent down, resting a hand on her chest. Her heart was beating fast and she pushed at her shorts. I helped her to get the shorts and panties off, my hand caressing her calves. The exposed bald cunt looked extremely tight. Ingrid made no attempt to cover herself. Appreciatively, I trailed my palms up her sides. Her hips were still so slim and boyish, which I presumed wouldn't last much longer. Personally I hoped it would keep for a year or so yet. Ingrid grabbed my hand and led it to her front, pushing it down.

Missed my touch, had she?

She spread her legs, squatting slightly, to give me access to her silky insides. If she weren't going to waste any time, I sure wasn't.

Damn, what a pussy!

I slipped my middle finger up her tight little tunnel, as my mouth latched onto her right tit. My tongue circled her nipple, and then slid over the tip and that drew a shuddering breath from between her half parted lips. Relentlessly, attacking her tiny breasts, I had her panting and moaning in pleasure. Just as she was in her height of ecstasy, I shoved my finger further and harder inside her.

I had totally forgotten her hymen and I tore it. Ingrid squealed from the sharp pain. When I removed my finger, she clasped her hands over her slit, tears in her eyes. Blood was washed off my finger from the running water.

"That hurt, Mark, what did you do?"

I got up and hugged her, apologizing profusely, the words rushing out of my mouth in an attempt to explain about hymens and me forgetting about hers and that I didn't mean to hurt her. She put her hand over my mouth, hushing me.

"It's OK, Mark, I believe you, I'm OK, the pain was only there a little, it's just a little sore now, it's OK."

"I should have been thinking, baby. Nothing should hurt you, nothing."

"But it was going to hurt me eventually anyway right? The worst is out of the way, right? It's really OK, I feel fine. Let's have more fun, ok? I still want to."

At least I insisted we get out of the shower and regroup. I wrapped my towel around myself, but Ingrid just walked out of the bathroom in the buff. With there being no buildings outside my huge windows, it would take a helicopter going by to look in, so she walked over to them and enjoyed the view. I stood next to her and she turned around, getting up on her toes, pursing her full lips at me. I bent my head and gave her what she wanted. There was no illusion about getting to fuck her, but at least her hymen was taken care of.

Unless they heal on children? Was a finger enough? To be honest, I didn't know.

Ingrid sank back down on her feet and looked up at me, partly biting her lower lip. She looked so cute and adorable doing that. I pulled her close, running my hand down her back, towards her delectable ass. Grabbing it, holding it, I pulled her up in my arms. We kissed, up against the glass, tongues clashing. Having discovered the joy of sex, there was no stopping this little girl. I thought about teasing her about being eager but I was afraid to jinx things. I sank down on the thick carpet, hovering over her, as she reached for my penis. Her leg rested on my butt and I ran my hand all over her thigh, as her fingers eased the foreskin off my throbbing dick.

"Mark, I want to watch you shoot that stuff again," she told me.

“Keep doing what you’re doing and that wish will be granted.”

I licked her nipple, sending a shiver through her, as her administrations did the same for me. We must have looked tazered the way we were laying there. It did not take long before thick ropes of come climbed to the surface and I let it splash out all over her baby tits.

“I’m coming!” I cried out above her.

For the next hour, we stayed there on the carpet, rolling around, making out and fondling each other. Then I carried her to my bed, gently placing her on the fresh, cerulean silk sheets. Ingrid wanted her cunt taken care of, which I was more than happy to oblige. I did have some fun with her though, with over 15 minutes on relentless teasing, evading her snatch and breasts, concentrating on the surrounding areas. She was begging, pleading with me to go in more intimate places. My hands were now rubbing her inner thigh, refusing to go higher.

"Please. Oh, please, I'm begging you, start licking me."

Replacing the hand with my tongue, it licked higher and higher. After one quick lick of her pussy, I got on my back, ordering her to straddle my face. That she did, plunging her cunt down on my lips. I clasped her incredible ass, with her thrusting away, riding my face. She was jumping up and down on me so fast it hurt.

"Yes, lick me, Mark. Stick your tongue inside me. Inside my hole. I'm going to have an orgasm."

Ingrid fucked my face, ass clenching under my hand. I love that feeling. She was secreting on my lips, she'd never produced like this before. They should sell that stuff in bottles.

"I'm coming too, Mark. Oh fuck!"

She tore at my hair as her cunt spasmed. The pussy in my face and the firm ass in my hands made me cum too, without even touching myself. We both collapsed next to each other. With her cunt now wet, I stuck a finger in her, probing around what I realized was the remnants of her hymen. She cried out, so I used my tongue instead. Ingrid came again 10 minutes later. I took advantage of the good feelings it left her with and tried my finger again, destroying her hymen completely in the even wetter child's cunt. She whimpered some, but didn't try to stop me. Then, I once again licked her clit, now fingering her hole with two fingers, with yet no more complaint from her. I finger fucked and licked her for nearly 20 minutes, until she came yet again. She begged me to stop after that, when I was willing to lick her for much longer. But she simply couldn’t take any more. Sweat was pouring off her, her hair sticking to her head, the kid exhausted.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk,” she joked.

I chuckled with her and then gave her a kiss.

“I’m glad you’re having fun, sweetie.”

“Oh, I am. Sex is awesome. Sorry about the swearing, but it just came out.”

“That’s OK, baby, with orgasm it’s allowed.”

She asked me why some of her orgasms was different from others.

“That’s probably the difference between the dry and wet orgasms. You see; sometimes you squirt wet stuff like I do. You’re very lucky, many females can never manage that. The key is to be totally relaxed. If you’re tense it won’t come. Squirting can make you feel like you’re about to pee yourself, but ignore that; I’ll guarantee the pee will never come, the feeling is just similar that’s all. You shouldn’t expect wetness every time, but when it happens; just enjoy every second of it.”

“I did feel like peeing a few times actually, I was sure I’d pee all over your face. But your licking made me feel so relaxed and when I didn’t pee it was so weird. I figured it was just a false alarm or something. I’m so glad you’re here to teach me these things, Mark.”

“My pleasure. And you should know; only your hole is called the vagina, the rest has its own names.”

I explained about vagina, the labia and the clit so she’d learn the technical terminology.

“The clit is also called button and nub, use whatever word you prefer. Most call the whole crotch pussy. If you want to use that word it’s OK. Kitten is my favorite word for it.”

That made her giggle.

The way to the front door took forever, as we had problems letting each other go. It was like our lips and tongues had the rest of us in complete control. Kissing, kissing, and kissing. We made arrangements for me to pick her up the next day.

---

She was there the next day, ten in the morning, her usual short shorts and top combo, all red this time, with sandals to match. Could those little toes be any cuter?

"Remind me to be home by six, Mom expects me for dinner," she informed me as we sped off.

That meant 8 hours. What we couldn't do in that time! I hated to ask;

"Honey, are you sure? That's a long time to be gone, what if your mom tries to track you down?"

"Relax, Mark. I've done it before. Mom is used to me being gone all day, especially now, during summer vacation. I'm an outdoors girl, she knows that."

"What if she tries to track you down?"

"No, she never has before. As long as I come home when she tells me to, she trusts me and gives me freedom. Besides, she and her boyfriend went to the beach."

"Well, if you're certain."

"Trust me, OK?"

She reminded me so much of me, when I was her age I had spent most of my days outside too. I intended to make the most of our day, but I wanted to get her in my apartment for a while first.

We had barely entered it, before she turned around to kiss me. I swung her halfway down, leaned over her where she rested in my arms and planted one on her, only the tips of our tongues touching. I suggested we watch a movie, to make out to, like a real date. Ingrid was more than up for the idea. Since Jaws was on top of my blue ray collection on the floor we decided on that. That way, I could, 'comfort' her, should she get scared. I could certainly think of one moment in the flick I looked forward to seeing her reaction to. She sat down between my outstretched legs and leaned contentedly back. I was nudging the side of her neck with my nose, when the flick started. Immediately, my hands went under her top to fondle her mini breasts, so she simply tossed it down on the floor. How I played with the two of them, rubbing the nipples, pushing against the tiny nubs. She turned around many times to give me a kiss; only at parts did she concentrate on the movie. Eventually came the moment I had waited for. I held her hands and cut off the sexual play. Forced to pay attention, it happened right on cue, the head popped out. The girl's whole body jumped from between my legs to my lap.

"Holy shit!" she said, looking at me.

"Man, I love it when I get to do that," I laughed.

"I’m going to have to punish you now," she threatened.

Oh no, did she remember I was ticklish? She assaulted my ribs, which is the only thing I cannot take. It was sheer torture, but I let the child have her fun, until I held up my hands in mock surrender. The film was all but forgotten and I ran to my room to hide from the attacking little fiend. I cowered in the corner of my bed and she crawled on her hands and knees towards me.

"No more, no more," I begged.

She just smiled evilly and pounced on me. I decided to throw around my masculine authority and grabbed her wrist, pushing her childish frame underneath me.

"Rape, rape," she cried.

I silenced her with a kiss and she pretended to fight me. I held her down with a tight grip on her wrists as she writhed underneath me to get away. I forced her thighs apart with my knee and covered her with my much larger body.

"Give it up, babe, you cannot escape."

She kissed me, caressed the back of my neck, and lifted her groin up to meet my pelvis. My hard on dug into her crotch as I humped her. I bent my head and sucked on one of her underdeveloped hooters, took the whole thing in my mouth. Ingrid humped me back as I ravished her buds, slobbering all over them. She took it for a while, and then pleaded with me to lick her down below.

There was no need to ask me twice, I slunk down immediately. I pushed her shorts and panties to the side, exposing her groin. She spread her thighs wide and I licked her, Ingrid turning her head back and forth in ecstasy.

"Oh, my. Lick me, Mark. I love you so much. Take my clothes off OK?"

I grabbed her shorts and slowly slid them up her athletic limbs. After tossing them away, I started kissing her toes, sucking them into my mouth, my hands caressing her legs, up and down. I kissed my way down, down her calves, back around to the front of her knees, across her thigh, leaving saliva in my wake. At the bottom, I pressed my mouth to her crotch, licking her through the fabric of her panties. She lifted up her butt and I slipped the underwear off her hips. As they hung between her thighs I bit into them with my teeth and slowly tugged them up her legs. Getting the panties off, I spit them out, before sucking her toes again. Then I took a long drop, my face smacking against her exposed sex, proceeding to service her orally like never before. Ingrid clasped the bed sheets; I looked down and saw her toes curling up as a powerful orgasm wracked her immature body. I turned back to licking her, droplets of secretions hitting my tongue. The moment the orgasm stopped I went for her clit, sucking on it for nearly 15 minutes, determined to have her come again.

She did. Pounding on the bed.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."

I rested my cheek on her soft thigh, lapping at her slit with my tongue until she came down from her high. Her breath slowed, she relaxed. Then I pushed her legs wide again and stuck a finger in her pussy. With the annoying hymen gone, I really went to work, finger-fucking her fast in and out. She tried to object, saying she couldn't take anymore, but I did not listen. I fucked her faster while nibbling on her clit. Ingrid started screaming, her now wet pussy squeezing my finger.

Orgasm again.

When she was done, she collapsed, a total wreck, and as sexually satisfied as you could be. I savored the taste of the little girl come residue in my mouth. I took her in my arms as she muttered I love you, I love you, I love you.

How lucky was I? She was mine, all mine. I took my clothes off and we cuddled naked for half an hour or so.

---

An hour’s drive away there was a country club I had joined two weeks before and I offered to take her there for lunch. She was delighted at the idea, but there was something she wanted first.

"You know, it's unfair that only I should be there feeling this good. If you want me to, I could have some fun with your penis," she said. “Maybe even suck on it a little, like you do to my little nub?”

If I'd want her to? God, the thought of her sweet lips surrounding my hardon would be a dream come true.

"You don't have to, honey. I'm more than happy just doing nice things to you." Which were true. “And sucking me is a big step.”

"I don't mind," she said, sitting up next to me. “If I don’t like it, I’ll just stop.”

Her small hand encircled my stiff prick, pushing the foreskin back off my head. Masturbating me slowly, she bent her head towards my groin.

Holy fuck, this was going to be good.

Precome oozed from me in anticipation. Ingrid's lips were on the tip of my dick, her hot breath warming my piss slit. She looked up on me with a smile, batting her eyelashes at me, and then licked my head. I groaned so hard, how I had wanted this? Her lips looked so ripe and inviting, I couldn't wait for them to slide over my head. My cock jumped against her lips at the thought. I ran my hand through her dark hair, as she gave me small kisses all over my dick. Her hand was massaging my thigh, nearing my balls. She was still kissing my cock, when her hand closed around my sack, gently rolling the stones in her fingers. God, it was incredible, making my dickhead leak even worse. Her tongue suddenly stuck out, pushed against the base of my steely shaft.

"Higher, Ingrid. Jesus, you're incredible."

Her tongue pressed harder, starting to slide up. My dick looked so big next to her pretty face. A trail of saliva was left in the wake as she gained inches on my rock hard rod. My cockhead was poking angrily out of its skin, more purple than I had ever seen it. The tongue was now right under my head, precome dripping down on it. There was no attempt to avoid it, so I guess the taste weren't too much for her. The tip of her tongue poked my piss slit, sending a shiver through every part of me. If she was this good her first time, then dear lord! She went across the dickhead and down on the other side. She often looked up at me, black eyes glistening.

"Ingrid, please, suck my dick, I can't wait any longer."

She just smiled, squeezing my balls more firmly.

"You like it, Mark? Am I doing OK?"

"Yes, Ingrid, you're awesome at this. Please, my darling, take it in your mouth."

In response, she licked her way back to the top of my dick, were her wide lips parted. She put them on either side of my gland, squeezing it with those wonderful lips, tonguing my piss slit.

"See how much you can get in," I said in a strangled voice.

Ingrid opened wider and pushed her head down another inch. And another. Slowly, she went back up, where she furiously sucked on my mushroom head, before going down again, an inch further than before. I let her take her time, even though all I wanted to do was push her head down and thrust up. After more sucking on my head, she gained yet another inch. We had about two inches to go when she stopped, possibly not being able to do more. She'd been such a trooper so far.

I heard her gag, so I pulled back, hearing her nose breathing hard. I thrust back in her warm mouth many times, taking breaks so she could get used to it. The feelings going through me felt impossibly good. She pulled off me, asking me to let her handle it. I started rubbing the back of her neck instead. She sucked in more earnest now, taking me in and out, the five inches she managed as often as she could. I couldn't help it, I thrusted in her mouth and to her credit; she took itl, bobbing in my groin, taking all of me down again and again. Fuck, was she ever a good study. Her tongue managed to play with my head when she had half of me inside. Faster and faster she sucked, I just leaned back on my arms while enjoying the sight of her blowing me.

"Ingrid. Baby. You are so go-o-o-od," I moaned as she slurped away at my stiff cock.

"This is fun," she said quickly before returning to work.

"Especially what it does to me right?"

"Yup, I can get you to do anything I want," she smiled.

"That you can," I groaned.

Then she went to work on my balls with that moist mouth of hers. She learned pretty quickly what works on a man.

"That you can," I repeated in a heated whisper.

Her hand jerked me off fast, while her tongue and lips worked on my sack. This went on until I just could not take it anymore as pressure was building enough to set off the seismographs and that was just as she sucked me back deep into her mouth.

"I'm going to blast off, honey, take your mouth off me," I warned her, thinking she wouldn't be ready for an orgasm hitting the back of her throat. She pulled away just in time as I went off like a rocket, my thick, white semen spraying everywhere, her throat, her chest, her tummy. It dripped down my cock and onto my balls. I had never cum so much in my life.

"That was amazing, Ingrid, you were very good. I'm just sorry I shot all over you. Sit here, I'll clean you up."

I went off to get a towel. When I came back, she looked from my shrunken crotch to my face, slowly. She smiled mischievously at me, licking her fingers, having licked up part of the jizz I had unloaded on her fair skin.

"It's not the best taste in the world is it?" she said.

"That's OK; you don't have to eat it."

"I didn't say that, Mark. I'll live."

She didn't take in more though. I guess it is an acquired taste. After I cleaned us up, she pulled me down on top of her, wrapping her legs around me. I let her feel the weight of me on top of her. If it bothered her she did not let on, she just kept kissing me, dozens of light kisses, many times sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. I felt her hands run over my ass lovingly, kneading the cheeks.

"Do you like my butt, Ingrid," I asked her.

"Yeah. I've been looking at boys for a year or so now, butts are especially nice. I like touching yours, it's much smoother than I thought."

"What do you think of all this sex stuff, honey?"

"When I first kissed you, that's really all I wanted to do. But when I realized you wanted more, and it seemed to make you so happy, I just trusted you and let you try stuff. Then you licked me and...and made me come... and it was just sooooo amazing. I only asked to suck you to make you happy, not really out of any desire to. Then...I don't know...I liked it, it was fun, and it was exiting how big it felt in my mouth. Once I discovered how great sex can be, I just want more. That doesn't make me a slut does it?"

"No, sweetheart. You're not a slut. Sex is to be enjoyed, I enjoy it and I'm glad you do."

"And my age?"

"Honey, kids discover sex younger than adults will tell you, OK? It's nothing wrong with you for liking it. Pleasure is part of life, just enjoy it. If it ever becomes a problem for you, just tell me, and we'll either stop or talk through it. I'll never make you do anything you don't want. OK?"

"OK."

I hoped that sounded as sincere as I intended, I really do only want her best.

For the next hour, we stayed in bed, just slowly making out until she told me she was hungry. I had promised to take her out and that is what we did.

It was only my second time at the country club, so it was fun checking out the grounds with her. There were tennis courts and Ingrid was dying to try it out. So, I bought her a tennis dress, which she was absolutely stunning in. By now her tan was all over, the sun reflecting off her skin and it was great up against the whiteness of her dress. We had agreed that she would refer to me as her father, though people probably thought that was the case anyway. Ingrid had never actually tried tennis before, but she seemed to pick up on it pretty quickly, unlike me. I missed ball after ball the machine spat out, while she hit nearly two thirds. We played each other too. I lost.

When we got tired, we decided to relax in the huge pool the place had. We hadn't brought any swimming outfits, so I bought that too. Ingrid choose a pale green swimsuit that clung to her like a second skin. It often slid up her buttocks when she exited the water and I think I spotted a man reacting in his shorts. I kept an eye on him, and yes, he was definitely checking Ingrid and a girl around her age out. Ingrid was a lot of fun in the water, using me as her personal diving board, jumping off my shoulders. Underwater, she seemed to make sport of pushing her small tush up against my groin. I wanted to leave and get her somewhere private, but she was having too much fun. We relaxed poolside for an hour or so afterwards, enjoying the sun, the chlorinated water dripping down her wet skin before drying up. God, she looked smooth. She still wasn't finished though, so we went back in.

The girl around her age in the pool swam over to us, curious, seemingly eager to join in on the fun. She had asked her mom if it was OK. I looked over to the mother who nodded at me. The girl's name was Suzanne, she was 13 years old, with golden skin, blond hair, blue eyes and a serious case of boobies even a 16 year old would envy. Too much tits for me, but she was without a doubt stunning. Her mom asked me to join her poolside and I swam over, leaving the girls to themselves.

"Don't leave me alone too long," Ingrid whispered in my ear.

The mom was 33, 4 years older than me and filthy rich, receiving nearly 100 million dollar from Suzanne’s dad in a California court. Why a woman deserved that amount of money, without working a damn for 13 years was beyond me. She was nice enough, charming to talk to, but I wanted to get back to my special day with Ingrid. But she and her daughter were hard to get rid of. So we ended up lunching together, the four of us. I just didn't want to reject the woman's flirting too obviously, since I was there with my 12 year old lover without consent. Then another man came up to her. The man was practically a Clooney clone and soon had her full attention. Ingrid and I excused ourselves and made a hasty retreat.

"Thank God," Ingrid said, taking my hand as we walked away. The club had a private beach, with small bungalows, where people could be alone. We locked up behind us and I took Ingrid desperately in my arms patting her on her round little cheeks and she sank into me, our lips meeting with more and more urgency. Keeping things quiet was a necessity though, so we didn't do much. I got behind her, pushed shorts and panties down to the floor. I slid my hands back up her legs and shoved a finger right up inside her. I bent down, after pulling my own legwear off, humping her tight cheeks as I fingered her quickly. I made sure my palm rubbed her clit and it soon had its desired effect. Her sounds were getting a little louder, so I clasped my hand over her mouth and she cried out muffled, as the orgasm hit her hard. Hard as can be myself, I bent her over a table, pushing my cock in between her thighs, which she squeezed around me, as I thrusted between them. I came quite forcefully myself and pulled back, shooting ropes off thick man cream all over her thighs and buttocks. We pulled back up our clothes, making sure there was no tell all signs, before we exited the bungalow and searched out one of the employees. He was 20 years old and impossibly handsome.

"Hey," I said, "I would like a massage for both my daughter and myself."

"Certainly, sir, do you want it here on the beach or in the clubhouse."

"Clubhouse, please," Ingrid said before I could answer.

Said clubhouse was huge, an old mansion converted into a club, with an indoor pool, a restaurant, sauna, a ballroom and a nightclub. Plus said beauty parlor with massages.

"This is going to be so much fun, Dad," Ingrid said, keeping up our cover. Such a little trooper.

Suzanne from before came in, her mother having sent her off by herself. I offered her a massage too, which she happily agreed to. I was put in the hands of a female, so was Suzanne. Ingrid had a male masseur, much to her delight.

I had to admit, I was jealous, watching him working on Ingrid’s beautiful limbs. She sighed contend and just enjoyed herself. My masseuse was great at her job; I had never felt more relaxed in my life, except after post coitus with Ingrid of course. I looked at the crotch of her masseur in his thin cotton pants.

How the hell do you get to touch that body of hers all over like that and not get hard? I would have come all over her by the time the massage was over if it was me. Ingrid and Suzanne talked, mostly about the latter’s dad. She didn't say it plain out, but she clearly wished her dad lavished as much attention on her as I did to my 'daughter'.

Her mom eventually showed up, with the Clooney wannabe in tow. I guess they had plans, because they were in a hurry to get out of there. Suzanne looked sad, probably about to be pawed off on some staff so her mom and 'George' could have some fun. Hopefully I was wrong.

We put our purchases in my car and went for a drive, the wind blowing through Ingrid's beautiful brown hair. She looked so happy where she sat, a dreamy smile on her face.

"Miss your masseur?" I asked her.

"He had great hands; I wanted them on my butt. Jealous?" she laughed.

"I can lick what he can't even touch. Fuck him."

"You're jealous, I know it. You can't wait to get me home. You like me, you want to touch me," she singsonged.

"I'll show you, babe."

"Take me home, Mark. Your place," she said, patting my groin.

I probably broke a speed limit or two. She held my hand, as we took the stairs two at a time. In the apartment she plopped down on my couch.

"Oh, Mark. This was such a killer day, everything was great. The club was incredible, I could live there, couldn't you?" she said, ending with a sigh.

"Yeah. I'm glad you had fun, angel, I loved seeing you so happy."

Ingrid held out her arms to me. I sat on my knees on the floor, embracing her. She sank down across my legs, clinging to me.

"You were right in the car, babe, I do want you. I was jealous of the massage guy. You must think I'm pretty silly, huh?"

"Nah. I was jealous myself when you played with Suzanne. I guess it's natural, us being in love, I mean. We are in love aren't we?"

"I'd say so. I love you so much, Ingrid. You're all I think about, every day. I go to bed and wake up thinking of you."

"Me too. Take me to bed, Mark. Please."

We got up, leaving a trail of clothes on the way to the bedroom, her panties on top of my boxers, right next to the bed. I put her on her knees, hovering over her, kissing the back of her soft neck, down her back, reaching her butt crack. I let my face sink into it, trailing my tongue over her tiny pink sphincter.

"My ass too?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah! It’s just another wonderful part of you, sweetheart. Trust me, you'll like it."

I tried my best to push my tongue up her asshole, but it was incredibly tight back there. She whimpered when I tried to open her with a finger, she cried out when I popped past her ring muscle. I pulled it out as she obviously wasn't ready for it. My tongue would have to do. My finger entered her cunt instead, as I pushed my tongue against her small opening. I licked away at her ass, covering it in spit. My hands grabbed her spread cheeks and pushed her a little forward; I also used them to push her knees further apart. This way, I had perfect access to asshole and cunt. From the bottom of her pussy, to the top of her ass, I pulled the full size of my tongue. Ingrid had a blast, pushing back to meet my tongue. I took a look through her thighs, her upside down face full of joy and ecstasy, her lips calling my name.

"Is no part of you not perfect, baby? Your butt is incredible, tastes so good."

She begged me to lick more. That I could do, fingering her clit as the butthole got full attention. It started to yield a little and my tongue played around the rim of her hole. Her cunt was getting wet and I went down there, tasting honey, before going back up to her backdoor. My tongue slid in even further, half of it inside. I fingered her cunt hole and clit. All this attention drove her wild, made her scream from the sensations of it all.

"I'm going to come. Oh, fuck, I'm going to come."

I put my tongue inside her snatch when she came.

"Yes. Maaaaaaark. Oh, Maaark."

Her hole was like a vice on my tongue as she was coming, coming, and coming.

I spooned her from behind as she slowly relaxed.

"I love you, honey. I love you," I whispered. I just couldn't say it enough.

"Say it more, Mark, again and again, forever and ever."

"I. Love. You."

I tickled her a little, making her giggle. It's such a lovely sound, that I don't get to hear enough of. She scampered away and I jumped to my feet, starting a chase. She was laughing and ducking me, jumping past me when I cornered her. It was so adorable watching her little ass cheeks bouncing ahead of me. I got my hands on her in the room I had made for her, tackling her on the bed, tickling unmercifully as she howled under me. She begged for mercy and I stopped. She was now under me, kissed me passionately, grinding into me with all four limbs wrapped around me. My dickhead was nestled in her cunt, poking around the opening. I was painfully hard and pulled up a little, looking down at her nude perfection. Ingrid stared at my cock, so large between her small thighs. I grabbed it as she looked up at me fearfully. My size, even at only 7 inches, must have looked quite intimidating, down near such a tiny defenseless place.

"You want to put it in me, don't you?" she asked.

I nodded. "But only if you are sure. And if we start, I can quit at any time."

"Try," she said.

I grabbed my hard shaft, pushing forward. My cockhead popped into her easily enough, but the rest was difficult. I’d barely thrusted beyond that, when the pain set in.

"Oww. It hurts. Please Mark. No."

I had no choice but to pull out. I tried leaving only my cockhead in and she didn't object.

"Is this OK, sweetheart?"

After a nod, and a 'but not anymore', I thrusted my cockhead in and out her little girl cunny for a while. Ingrid held around the base of my shaft and squeezed me and before long I came. It was a huge orgasm. And why not; my 29 year old cock was in a 12 year old girl's cunt!!! Right in her fucking pussy!! I'd give up all my 20 million just to be with her forever. Such a copious amount of semen came out of me, spraying inside her still mostly virgin, underage pussy. It partly seeped out around my purple head. I cleaned her up with my tongue, bringing her to a new orgasm. Our juices mingled and I soaked up the combined taste."

When I looked in her face there was tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Mark. Please don't hate me. I know how much you wanted to."

I shushed her with a kiss, wiped her tears.

"I could never hate you, baby. Never. Don't apologize for not being ready. The first time is painful, I'm not going to lie, but until you are ready to deal with it, we'll wait. I'm not going to force you."

"Thank you, Mark. I will let you, I promise but...but not today."

"Hush, my darling, darling Ingrid."

I lifted her up in my arms, her clinging to my neck as we went to the bathroom. I put her on the toilet.

“Sit here a few minutes so as much semen as possible cane comes back out. If you leave it in it can become uncomfortable.”

“Can’t we just wash inside me?”

“No. The vagina is designed to clean itself, it shouldn’t be washed, it does more harm than good.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“I just read it recently myself.”

I turned on the shower and she joined me some minutes later. I washed her thoroughly all over her slim body.

As her vagina had handled my finger, I thought that would be the key; slowly letting in more and more fingers just might make the intrusion of a cock easier. I didn't know for sure, I'd never fucked a kid before. But I had all the patience in the world.

Before she had to leave, we played a board game in matching robes. I drove her most of the way home, but gave her some distance to walk. I had a very recognizable car and didn't want it to be too close to her neighborhood.

"Thanks for the most amazing day of my fucking life," she exclaimed happily, as she jumped out of the car.

She turned to me. “I know, I know, no swearing outside the bedroom.”

I smiled. I didn't think I was in a position any longer to warn her about language, so I was glad she’d kept my advice. I’ll have sex with a girl, but I don’t want her to swear; weird huh?